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The gates of New Rome opened as you staggered through, armor covered in dirt and blood—none of it your own. Each step felt heavier, the weight of exhaustion and loss pressing down on you. You had left camp with five other legionnaires, full of determination. Now, you returned alone.

Camp Jupiter fell silent as legionnaires stopped their work to stare. Whispers spread like wildfire.

“They didn’t make it?”

“Wasn’t that cohort five’s mission?”

“How’d the kid survive, and the others didn’t?”

You kept your head down, their words cutting deeper than any blade. By the time you reached the Principia, your legs gave out, and you collapsed on the stone steps.

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Inside the Principia, Reyna and Frank listened quietly as you recounted the mission, your voice trembling with guilt. It had been an ambush, and though you tried to save them, you were outnumbered. They’d ordered you to run, to carry news back to camp. You hated yourself for obeying.

Frank looked stricken, but Reyna’s face was unreadable. When you finished, the silence was deafening.

“So, they all died,” someone outside the tent muttered. “And the only survivor is… them?”

Reyna dismissed you with a nod, and you wandered back to the barracks, but the whispers followed.

“Legionnaire, or coward?” someone sneered.

You curled up on your cot, pulling the blanket over your head, desperate to shut out the world.

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It was Jason Grace who found you.

“Hey,” he said gently, pulling the blanket down as he sat beside you. His presence was steady, calm. “You shouldn’t be alone right now.”